Reaching out, I touched my reflection in the mirror, feeling it. Remembering. Every hair on my arms rose. Every inch of my skin hummed. The air coursed through my fingers, and the muscles in my legs flexed, standing tall and strong. I curled my fingers into the mirror, alive. I was a fighter once. Closing my eyes, I flattened my hand against the mirror once more, feeling warmth from the other side. Were one of them in there keeping an eye on me? Was Will in there?
